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You step back in shock at her spoken words, before quickly looking around to see if anyone’s noticed the Fae dialect. No one has, though that is to be expected at the dockside ringing with a dozen different languages. As for the pouch, you peer closer with no small amount of apprehension as Jess unwraps it. It… appears to be… dirt. This wode Fae archer of yours has been carrying a pouch of dirt slung around their neck for Almighty knows how long. They cradle the pouch cautiously, as if they were a fat merchantman protecting his coinpurse in a bad part of town.
<span class="mu-i">“That’s… very nice.”</span> You offer a nonplussed compliment. <span class="mu-i">“Yes, very nice dirt indeed.”</span>
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-g">“Terra. Firren.”</span></span> The Fae says insistently, before giving up and wrapping the soil back up in the pouch and placing it around her neck again. <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">“Laksa, terra firren.”</span></span>
<span class="mu-i">“I’m sorry I don’t-“</span> You shake your head before turning to your squire out of exasperation. <span class="mu-i">“Mikail, do you have any idea what they’re on about?”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Dunno, milord. I don’t speak… whatever foreign tongue he’s wagging.”</span> Mikail shrugs with all the usual intemperance of teenage boys around the world. <span class="mu-i">“What kind of archer goes by the name ‘Jess’ anyway? That’s such a girly name.”</span>
You look askance at your squire’s use of word ‘he’. Last you checked, the Fae archer was female. A lanky, tall female with no breasts to speak of, yes. But still certainly ‘she’. Most folk see a lanky archer wearing a mask and little else, but Mikail was there when the Fae Outcast first joined your ranks. Your squire can be dull but surely he has not forgotten…
<span class="mu-i">“Um, milord…”</span> Mikail points at the diminishing figure of Jess, wandering further into the crowded town.
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> “Perhaps they need a little space. Leave them be, and be about our own business.” Jess the Kid has always come and gone as she pleased. If she needs time to adjust to the strange scenery, so be it. Such a strange creature, who is to say whether your presence would be considered supportive or oppressive. She will make her way back to you on her own terms. [Haughty]
> “*sigh* Let me try talking to them again, see what they’re about.” The language barrier is going to be a great difficulty, but the fact that she is talking at all is a minor miracle. They might be the first words she’s spoken since you left Fallavon. It’s worth risking a scene in public for some understanding. [Hearty]
> “Let’s just follow them for now. Keep up Mikail.” Letting a Fae wildling loose in a foreign city without supervision could have unintended consequences, most of them unpleasant. Your plans to explore the city will have to take a back seat for now. It doesn’t seem like she’s actively discouraging pursuit. [Idealist]
